Lyrics Bob Seger – Nutbush City Limits
Text:
There’s a churchhouse, gin house, schoolhouse, outhouse
On the U.S. 19, hey the people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, ahh Nutbush
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits
25 is the speed limit, motorcycles not allowed in it
Go to town on Saturday, go to church every Sunday
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits
No whiskey for sale, can’t find a female
Salt pork and molasses, all your gonna get if you end in jail
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limits
Work the fields every weekday, have a picnic every Labor Day
Go in town on Friday, be in church every Sunday
Nutbush city, Nutbush city limit
A little old town, down in Tennessee
Quiet community, a real quiet southern community
Not much ever happens in Nutbush, ahh no
You can hear the corn grow,
Got to watch out for the police
Drivin’ through nutbush
Better watch out for the police
Better watch out for the police
Keep an eye out for the police
Nutbush city limit, Nutbush city limit
